Silas’s gaze flicked over the children again. Fear radiated off them in waves sharp enough to cut, but so did exhaustion. Starvation. The kind of desperation that could make anyone snap a blade into someone’s chest without a second thought.
“I—” he started, but stopped. Words weren’t enough. Not for this. Not when the girl’s knuckles were white around the …
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